The day was clear and crisp, a perfect day for visiting friends and relatives.
Lin Zhan and Qiao Surong, as if by telepathy, both chose this day to visit Ji Mo.
Even more miraculously, the two parties arrived at their destination almost simultaneously.
When enemies meet, their eyes burn with hatred.
Both sides unleashed their peak aura at the same time, ready to fight at the slightest disagreement.
"Tomboy, why are you here?"
Lin Zihan spoke first, pointing at Lan Rou and questioning her.
The two had clashed many times, and their animosity ran deep. The war between women often began with words.
Lan Rou, unwilling to be outdone, glared at Lin Zihan and retorted, "Tigress, that's what I should be asking you."
Lin Zhan and Qiao Surong naturally wouldn't engage in petty arguments like the younger generation. They let their juniors bicker while they spread their divine senses to scan the surroundings, preventing themselves from falling into an ambush.
After confirming there were no traps around, both secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
However, Lin Zhan's smile was noticeably wider.
"Pavilion Master Qiao, let's settle old and new scores today. We'll decide who lives and who dies."
Seizing such a good opportunity, Lin Zhan naturally wanted to get rid of Qiao Surong.
Brilliant rays of auspicious light lit up one after another as Lin Zihan unleashed the spirit pearls gifted by Ji Mo.
Lan Rou was not afraid. With a raise of her hand, the Mist Dew Qiankun Silk appeared behind her, its flowing silk soaring into the air.
Just as the two sides were about to fight, a plump, large black chicken waddled out with its feet turned outwards.
"If you're going to fight, move elsewhere. Don't cause trouble at my doorstep. My master likes peace and quiet."
Tian Peng, speaking human words, stopped them.
As a chicken, it not only had to lay eggs but also guard the house. Tian Peng remained dutiful.
"Demon Emperor!"
Qiao Surong was so shocked that she stumbled back several steps, nearly fleeing on the spot.
Lin Zhan and Lin Zihan, however, remained calm and cupped their fists in greeting towards Tian Peng, "Greetings, Lord Tian Peng."
"Don't bother with such formalities. I am merely a chicken raised by Mr. Ji, an ordinary little black chicken."
Tian Peng, embodying Ji Mo's principle of low-key living, paid no further attention to the crowd and slowly returned to the vegetable patch.
"This seems to be the Tian Peng Demon Emperor from the Tongtian Mountain Range. He's actually transformed into a chicken to guard Mr. Ji's home."
Qiao Surong's jaw nearly dropped. Her estimation of Ji Mo's power had reached new heights.
Lin Zhan seemed to enjoy Qiao Surong's unworldly demeanor and said with disdain, "Qiao Surong, let's fight somewhere else. Don't disturb Mr. Ji's cultivation."
But Qiao Surong wouldn't agree. If a fight broke out, her side would surely lose. She directly refused, "We are here specifically to visit Mr. Ji today. We don't have time for you."
This time, it was Lin Zhan's turn to be surprised. When did the Xuanshui Pavilion become involved with Ji Mo?
"Is Mr. Ji at home? Pavilion Master Qiao Surong and Lan Rou of Xuanshui Pavilion are here to visit." Qiao Surong called out respectfully.
"Mr. Ji, we're visiting again."
Lin Zihan shouted in a down-to-earth manner. She knew Ji Mo didn't stand on ceremony and that being too formal would be counterproductive.
As expected, Ji Mo emerged upon hearing this, "Welcome, welcome!"
It was a joy to have guests!
Upon seeing Lan Rou outside the door, Ji Mo's body visibly stiffened.
"As expected, Mr. Ji looks at Rou'er differently." Qiao Surong's eyes lit up, sensing an opportunity.
Lin Zhan, being sharp, also noticed the anomaly and mistook it for a close relationship between Lan Rou and Ji Mo.
Opening the courtyard gate, Ji Mo welcomed the four inside.
This was Qiao Surong's first visit, and everything she saw almost made her scream repeatedly.
Whether it was the couplets, the door gods, the vegetable garden, or the dragon fish, everything here left her dumbfounded.
Upon seeing Tian Peng's chicken coop, even Lin Zhan couldn't help but exclaim in admiration!
"You flatter me. It's my first time making a chicken coop, so my skills aren't very good."
Ji Mo looked at the not-so-aesthetically pleasing chicken coop and felt a bit embarrassed. He had made it too casually at the time, and it was indeed unsightly.
The four were once again shocked. A coop comparable to a phoenix nest, and he was still unsatisfied?
What level of craftsmanship would meet his standards?
Entering the house, the dense spiritual energy that rolled in made all four breathe deeply in comfort.
Qiao Surong had firmly decided that no matter the cost, she would cling to Ji Mo.
"Please, everyone, sit down and have some water." Ji Mo greeted them warmly.
Four cups of clear well water were placed on the table, emitting a faint fragrance.
Lin Zhan knew that everything belonging to Ji Mo was extraordinary. He eagerly picked up a cup and took a sip, instantly falling into a daze.
"Immortal Nectar!" He took another sip, carefully savoring it before speaking.
Lin Zihan and Lan Rou also raised their cups, taking small sips.
It wasn't that they were feigning modesty; it was just that the spiritual energy contained in the immortal nectar was too potent for them to drink quickly.
Ji Mo watched Lan Rou, her tongue like a lilac petal, drinking the water like a kitten, and his heart began to pound again.
Upon hearing that the cups contained the legendary Immortal Nectar, Qiao Surong carefully held her cup, afraid of spilling a single drop.
But in the next moment, Ji Mo's words made her hand tremble, and she almost dropped the cup.
"My well water is quite good, isn't it? I remember it took me two full months to dig this well." Ji Mo was always happy to share his accomplishments, and receiving recognition was his greatest satisfaction.
Yet, it was precisely these simple, unpretentious words that made Qiao Surong's hands tremble in shock.
Good heavens, Mr. Ji had a well full of Immortal Nectar!
"Mr. Ji, thank you for your hospitality. This is a small token of my appreciation. I hope you will accept it."
Lin Zhan took out a token from his embrace and handed it to Ji Mo with both hands.
"The Brahma Token."
Qiao Surong's pupils contracted. She hadn't expected Lin Zhan to go to such lengths, even giving away this item.
But then again, besides this, what else could possibly catch Mr. Ji's eye?
Whoever held the Brahma Token could command the entire Brahma Sect, even the sect leader. This meant Lin Zhan had essentially given the entire Brahma Sect to Ji Mo.
Ji Mo took the token and found it to be just a piece of scrap wood, poorly carved. He didn't understand why Lin Zhan was being so solemn.
Understanding it as a gesture of goodwill, he didn't refuse and accepted it, saying, "This wood is nice. I happen to need a paperweight."
Qiao Surong was utterly astonished. Was the weight of the entire Brahma Sect merely equivalent to a paperweight in Mr. Ji's eyes?
Lin Zhan's eyes also dimmed slightly. As expected of Mr. Ji; the Burning Heaven Sect was truly not in his consideration.
However, as long as he accepted the Brahma Token, it signified Mr. Ji's acknowledgment of his relationship with the Brahma Sect, which was a great favor to Lin Zhan.
"Mr. Ji, I am also willing to follow your command."
Qiao Surong also quickly pledged her allegiance.
As the Pavilion Master of Xuanshui Pavilion, her words undoubtedly indicated that Xuanshui Pavilion was willing to submit.
"What's going on with this auntie? Saying such things on the first meeting?"
Ji Mo muttered inwardly, not realizing the implication of Qiao Surong's words, and quickly tried to refuse.
What was the point of commanding an aunt? He didn't believe in the old ways of feudal society and didn't want to boss anyone around.
Lan Rou thought Ji Mo was still angry with her and, trying to mend things, blurted out a sentence in her haste.
As soon as the words left her mouth, everyone present was shocked, and Ji Mo trembled in fear.